Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Look at me look at you
I'm a creep I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here
I wish I was special
Perfect song to describe me now. A few days ago while I was walking back upstairs from the swimming pool, this skinny pallid skinned boy ran past me. He was soaking dripping wet from the pool, and he was smoking. It disturbed me a lot because I thought swimmers and smokers don't come 2-in-1. What a strange sight to behold. I was again mildly offended today when I was clamouring for a cab at Marine Parade (I cabbed to Parkway from home JUST so that I could drink Starbucks coffee) when this bunch of sweaty boys blatantly cut my queue. And wait, that's not the worst part. They got STRATEGY some more. Two of them on the opposite side, and one of them on my side of the road, with total disregard that this zhabor in an oversized t-shirt has been waiting there for mega long already. I was so pissed off that I stormed off and briskwalked past him, trying to give the most dignified and IHATEYOU face. Altogether, I walked about 3km just trying to get a cab, and ended up taking a bus back home. The saddest part of all - I didn't even get the chance to nurse my coffee in the comfort of my own room. I finished my coffee in about 53 footsteps.
tried to hunch; 11:13 PM